Dancing Machines

If you're my friend on Facebook, then you're probably sick of this photo.  I've plastered it all over the place.  It sums up a very fun night for me.  

Saturday night, we were in Johnson City for my cousin's wedding.  The only other cousin to get married is me and that was 8 1/2 years ago, so I was more than ready to party with my cousins.  There was cake and food and decorations, but most importantly: there was dancing.  I love dancing, I love cousin time, and I love those rare occasions that I get to bust it with my brothers.  

I looked half decent for the first thirty minutes of the reception.  Then, John took Fern back to the hotel to go to bed, and he left me to the dance floor.  After the first dances and the toasts, the dance floor was empty.  My brother had a plan: we each dance onto the floor from the four corners.  My brothers, cousin, and I danced our way to the center of the floor while the band belted out a rowdy rendition of this song, forever associating that song with a good time.  Thankfully, my mom was trigger happy with my camera and got some great action shots.  Enjoy:

Garter toss.

We rocked it.  Hardcore.  Joseph did a great worm that ended in a break-dancing spin pose thingy.  Daniel kept pointing to me and yelling to the crowd, "That's my sister!" One lady told me she wanted to take me home.  One girl told me that I was the best dancer she's ever seen.  One lady got her husband to take her picture with my brothers and I, because we are "stars."  I'm not sure our moves were that good, but I can assure everyone that we had the most fun out there.  

By the end of the night, we were sweaty and smiling.  We grabbed a picture with my mom that turned out great.  We were too happy and excited to be anything else but thrilled to be there.  All danced-up and everything.  Those good times were rolling!

Congrats to John and Whitney, who fell in love on Capitol Hill, and are headed to Rome right now.  Thank you for throwing one heck of a wedding.  It was top notch.